OK, every so often a restaurant just pisses me off. Welcome to Johnny Delmonico's. Where they don't know how to make a pepper steak, despite billing themselves as a steakhouse. Where the bartender can't make an old fashioned even after its been sent back twice, and despite old fashioneds being the national drink of Wisconsin.
This place is all tablecloths and pretense and hefty bills. Skip it. Seriously.